As it happened, the experience wasn't quite as bad as on previous occasions and I quickly forgot about it - until last Friday, when a letter arrived, asking me to come back on Tuesday, together with a sheaf of leaflets and information about the further tests which would or might be carried out. Well, that rather upset my weekend and, imagination running true to form, by Tuesday morning, having worked my way through a few possible scenarios, I had got as far as wondering what would become of the dogs if I were not able to take them out for walks. (I was also a bit annoyed that they had recalled me on a Tuesday, which is the day of my Welsh class!)
However, after further investigation, things were quickly found to be well after all and I can relax again, as can Keith. He wasn't too happy either!
So yesterday was, in the end, a good day.